Sunday, September 17, 2006

Conceive these images in air,
Wrap them in flame, they're mine;
Set against granite,
Let the two dull stones be grey,
Or, formed of sand,
Trickle away through thought,
In water or in metal,
Flowing and melting under lime.
Cut them in rock,
So, not to be defaced,
They harden and take shape again
As signs I've not brought down
To any lighter state
By love-tip or my hand's red heat.

- Dylan Thomas -

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

lovely

conceive these images in air...
(we all have the power)

9/18/2006 12:57 PM  

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